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i wish this could have been easier on you - ​d0llywood1 lyrics

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[intro: kuru]
woah, woah, woah

[verse 1: kuru]
ayy, back like we never left, we be takin’ over (over)
owe it all to that angel on my shoulder (on my shoulder)
i’m on addy, i can’t sleep, i’m rolling over
reunited like old times
he hit me up, just for that verse he pay the whole fine
i started out like sh*t ain’t nothin’ to the whole climb (the whole climb)
i don’t like how, how he movin’, he ain’t one of mine (he ain’t one of mine)
ayy, i been wearin’ beauty:beast since 2021 (2021)
shoutout jacy, already said that sh*t, but say it more than once
you can’t play me like a ho, roll one back and then i’m stunned
who the f*ck you think i am? do you think i’m f*ckin’—? ha
do you think i’m f*ckin’ dumb? do you think i’m f*ckin’ stupid?
i can’t go to bed at night ’cause i keep dreamin’ lucid
tell me she don’t love you and ask me if i give two sh*ts
karakuru run this sh*t, b*tch, you know like what it is
racks in my pockets, like mrbeast, it’s in my [?]
she hate when i’m driving ’cause i don’t stop at red lights
flockin’, they flockin’ and i ain’t gonna put up fights
i don’t use the same bars ’cause i still can’t write
i don’t [?] in forever, i won’t do this sh*t forever
i don’t care about how you feelin’, even if it’s under weather
me and bro went undercover, we twinnin’ just like we tethered
i don’t care ’bout spotlights, i don’t care ’bout all the pressure
if you hate me, then do better, got too cold with all the [?]
i got number (n)ine in dresser, you play me, then it’s whatever
they trollin’, but i’m [?], [?] this sh*ts impressive
[?]
[verse 2: d0llywood1]
ayy, karakuru back and we together
i’m above that broke sh*t, even when i’m under the weather
b*tch i smoke pressure, i am not a stresser
drippin’ demon blood on the vetements sweatshirt
lipstick kisses on the margiela dress shirt
i know you ain’t want me, so why i put in effort?
tell me what you want baby, i am not a guesser
put that sh*t on, i’m a young emo flexer
she said, “oh yeah, like a young n*gga dexter”
sorry mama, i’m just not a good texter
i won’t send a text, let alone send a letter
if she wanna leave you know i’ma let her

[outro: d0llywood1]
ayy, go, go, go, go
go, go, go, go, go

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